EVELYN
When Henry stormed into the room, I knew something was off—terribly off.
I was sitting at my ivory dresser, delicately wiping away the remnants of my makeup with a silk cloth. I'd just returned from the Glamor Wives Club, a gathering so exclusive, if your husband wasn’t a billionaire, you weren’t even allowed near the venue. It wasn’t just a club—it was a sanctuary for women like me. Women of elegance. Women of taste. Women who mattered.
In the mirror, I saw Henry's reflection before I even turned around. His face was pale, tight, and his posture—the way he stood like he’d forgotten how to breathe—told me everything I needed to know.
I swiveled on my stool, poised but alert. "Henry? Is something wrong?"
He didn’t answer right away, just stood there breathing like he’d run a mil
